by C. Swallow
“Oh… wow, I could listen to you moan all night about your perfect little fantasy world, sweetheart…” Lix moans, “But please… let’s see your pretty petals one more time... give me a lil’ taste…”
I smirk at Lix… but when I glance at Zarcar, he has stopped focusing on me and he is staring at the shadow from the door.
He knows Rey spies as well.
Zarcar reaches down and grips the back of my head, pulling me to my feet and jerking me onto his lap, he grabs my hips and rubs his cock against my wet flesh, while growling over my shoulder, “Wait your turn, Lixar. A perfect little slave she is, aren’t you, Chyronex? A perfectly trained woman.”
“Mmm, yes,” I whisper and smile at Lixar, who’s reaching up a hand and palming my breast.
“Let me taste,” Lix growls as he leans in to kiss my tit, while Zarcar grinds me against his cock and slowly starts to kiss my neck…
But… that is when the door creaks…
…and opens.
All of us pause to glance towards the intruder.
Rey stands there, in a dishevelled bloody royal outfit, his chin red and his white ruffles are stained too.
“My King?” Zarcar growls, low, “Is everything alright?”
“No,” Rey answers, monotone, “But it soon will be.”
“What is needed, Rey?” Zarcar starts to slowly grind my hips back and forward again, my wet juices leaking and squelching against his cock, making me blush as I glance at the King.
Rey isn’t exactly pleased. He’s eyes widen with impatience and a burst of temper.
“Stop that, Zar,” Rey snarls at my Warlord, “Neither of you will please her tonight,” Rey snaps and we all await his command, after expecting approval, he looks at me, tilts his head and adds, “I have made up my mind. You will be mine as a test tonight. I will take you to my chamber… tie you to my bed and have my way with you. I will not believe your willingness until I witness your body, mind and soul – bowing to me. And if I find that you fail my test…” Rey does not take his silver, blank inked eyes from my shocked gaze, “I will rip your puny throat out and we will find another one to replace you. I do not believe you are wholly submissive. Not. Yet. But I will know soon. I promise you that, Chyronex. I will find out your true intent tonight.”
While I’m feeling majorly at threat – Zarcar only pauses long enough to shove me off his lap, so I land awkwardly on my hands and knees at Rey’s bloody boots.
“You heard your Immortal King’s command,” Zarcar drawls down at me, “Obey, Chyronex. Obey and find yourself rewarded when you succeed.”
“Oh, rewarded she will be, if she passes. My dear Slave Queen,” Rey leans down, his hands are sparkling clean despite his bloody outfit. He holds out a down turned palm and I clasp his strong curled fingers as he hauls me up to stand before him, “Any last words to your Draconess, Lixar? You’re awfully quiet,” Rey asks, while still looking at my face twitch… even as I stare at his suit and avoid a staring competition.
“You sure are a cock tease, aren’t you, Rey?” Lixar sounds… deathly quiet, “You always have been… timely.”
Lixar, as far as I was concerned, might snap any second and tear Rey’s head from his shoulders, if he could.
“I enjoy spontaneity,” Rey answers him, while his hand lifts and his finger brushes under my chin, lifting my face, forcing me to meet his raging eyes, “I also deeply enjoy…” Rey licks his blood red lips, “A screaming, writhing priestess... do you have any last words, for your precious Venatores… if you fail?”
I think about it and since my unofficial Awakening… everything just… clicks into place.
Instead of fear?
I feel knowledge. I feel… at ease.
And I respond confidently, in a sultry manner.
“I want to prove my worthiness,” I whisper back, cunningly… truthfully… if they could all smell lies, as older souls… experienced in magic, demons, desires… perhaps submitting would be the most powerful thing of all. I state, “My dear King, I have a depraved wish before we go, that I intend to voice. I desire to be bound, spread apart and fucked like an animal… by each one of you. I would delight in some…” I gulp as I lean forward and whisper even more lowly, “Total defilement. Defile me, King. Please. Allow it. Let others watch, let the whole world watch… show them that I. Am. Yours. Eternally. It is my choice to be this kind of Queen… I enjoy it. I want the infamy of being at your side.”
My Draconess was purring with my confidence, my bluff and my cunning way. Make a blind man sing but lead him up to the stage. You control the direction… and they are fooled into receiving exactly what they wished for. All their dreams would be true.
Yet, in time, every single one of them would bow to me.
They wanted a compliant, little fuck toy.
But I would be a toy who happened to hold all the power in the world because I would control their desires at every turn. That’s all they were, men of desires, underneath their titles – they were basic and easy to manipulate.
That’s what the demoness sings through my mind and I patiently wait as Rey considers my words, before simply answering me, “Very well, Chyronex. As you wish,” Rey doesn’t smile, but he’s pleased.
“You’re too kind, my King,” I look over my shoulder and hold out a hand towards Zarcar and Lixar, curling my fingers, I whisper, “Are you two going to come play with me or are you going to just sit there and stare at my naked ass while I drip and make a puddle… ?”
“You really are something, aren’t you, sweety? Come along, now,” Rey adds, gazing at the other two men in the room, “…let us defile this Draconess at my command. Do not disappoint me, Chyronex,” Rey turns to me and leans down to rub his nose next to mine. I freeze as he finally says, “…this is just what I needed… isn’t it what you need, dear?”
I simply respond with a whisper, “Take me to your chamber and find out, my King.”
Rey glances over my shoulder then, to see Zarcar silently grabbing the rope from the floor, brooding underneath his complacency, “Leave it, Warlord, I have enough chains for her.”
“You want to fuck her, really?” Lixar snaps at Rey, while he still sits on the bed, disbelieving of our King’s request, “How has that worked out for you in the past? Aisha –”
“Was thrown in hellfire when you couldn’t stand for her writhing beneath all three of us, when she admitted to her love for you… it was never solitary, Lixar…it is your mistake… have you still not accepted that?” Rey asks, politely, “You made a terrible decision. And here we are. Repeating the past. Will you ruin this Draconess as well, or will you submit to your rank… and keep your mouth shut? She desires to be used–”
“I don’t understand –” I blurt out, letting my guard down for a moment as I whisper, “Who is this Aisha you speak of?”
“Precisely 7 long years ago,” Rey explains, happily, “We all used to be very, very good friends. For a moment in time. A mere moment. Nothing more. Lixar chose to break those bonds. Betrayal cost us a lot of time. Now the Surge is almost here and Zarcar and I have maintained enough of a bond… Lix… he is pathetic, isn’t he? Come along, Chyronex. Now you know what you’re dealing with, I suggest you prove your words worthy of their weight in loyalty.”
I glance at Zarcar and he is… glaring… through me.
He did not want to share me with Rey.
Lix, equally… seemed… turned off, his cheeks red, his neck pulsing with memories.
But now I understood why.
Why Rey was spying.
Why they were avoiding it…
They had all broken a bond between one another, sharing a Draconess 7 years ago in a moment of total lust. It had ruined them.
For some reason, I was the one being punished for their regret or mistakes or whatever it was.
I glare back at Zarcar and at Lix.
I poke my tongue out at them as Rey walks out first.
“Let’s not keep our King, waiting, shall
we not?” I snap at them as I turn and walk after Rey.
Assholes.
The lot of them.
But my Demoness still purrs.
Emotion was good. Controlling them would be all the more easier.
Chapter 28
Rey leads the way, walking ahead, his suit dripping blood through Swendula. Zarcar and Lixar had put on pants. My Warlord had thrown a long coat over my naked body, growling at me to keep it closed whilst we were in the foggy streets.
While the city in the dead of night was quiet, the walk was peaceful enough. With the Immortal King strolling ahead silently in the shadows, Zarcar and Lixar were behind my shoulders, avoiding speech and only awaiting the final destination.
I was prancing forward, while I was unsure of tonight’s consequences, I did know that if men were as desperate for a fuck as Zarcar – then surely tonight would be easily led… by me!
All I had to do was bow down and worship their cocks and they’d think I was their little sex angel. Ahem. Their sex demoness. Heh. It wasn’t hard. It was fun. It was easy. It was naturally within my soul to manipulate them in this way.
My Draconess was purring all kinds of ideas through my mischievous mind. Things I could whisper to them and many ways I could tease them with my touch. But most of all, one powerful emotion flooding through me was one of authority.
Yet, the paradox was how I could win in the face of my captors. Which was simple, I had to submit to their selfish lust and cravings.
So, that is what I was going to do tonight.
At the Red Castle.
The fog clears unnaturally ahead, as Rey glides towards his new residence in Swendula. Zarcar leans into my side at that moment that the Red Castle is in view, whispering sweet nothings, which hide a strong spell, “The night is as sweet as the slow breath between your teeth… sleep… Chyronex… sleep…”
I can’t stop it in time. I close my eyes briefly and I gulp as my own power rushes to meet his, to fight off the stealthy curse. My own Draconess magic almost blocks out the raw power behind Zar’s words, but Lix dives into my other ear, growling, “…sleep before you weep, Chyronex. Sleep, little birdy. Sleep.”
The force of two Mystifyers cancel out my defences.
As I slow to a stop, I feel woozy, my hand landing on my Warlord’s arm … I glance to see Rey turn from right ahead. Our King tilts his head in that never ending fall… as if he’s soul is consistently falling… down… down... to the underworld… hellfire… hellfire…
It’s the last word I wisely think that hits me out of this realm, and into a heavy sleep as I crash into Zarcar’s chest. He catches me as I fall with the weight of their combined and powerful magic, crashing down upon my slight shoulders and forcing me into darkness.
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Hellfire.
What an interesting magic. It wasn’t a small flame but a raging, burning incineration that obliterated entire cities to the ground within seconds. I could see the past, or maybe it was the future, playing out in my mind. Castles crashing down as their foundations cracked from the hellfire itself. Any wood changed to ash within seconds. The souls of the living curled up and died in painful agony, not even from suffocation, but from the quick burn. Monstrous, wrinkled demons with horns, three eyes and teeth lined with multiple fangs, also died, but as embers that sunk into the earth. Below the earth. Wars were fought with it. Wars ended with it. I wasn’t sure if anyone won by hellfire. Who was the real victor? If any?
My mind twists its way back into consciousness at that moment.
Water flows across my naked skin. Wrapping around me and holding me firmly in a bubbling hot bath of some kind. I feel chains, thin like jewellery, wrapped around my limbs, my neck, my stomach, my feet, my ankles…. my ears… everywhere… as if the chain held the jewel and I was it at the centre.
I blink awake and see I’m in a pool sized bath, a King sized bath… rose petals around me. Black and red. Steam fills my senses and my body relaxes once I know I’m okay.
And I hear voices.
Of them.
I turn and I see the three of them, close, sitting around a table, leaning in with emotion as they discuss with anger about their… issues… about everything.
Behind them is a black framed bed and behind that I see bars at the end of the left wall of this room holding naked female mortals in a cell, who I can tell, are simply used as Rey’s blood bags. They sleep on fancy pillows stained with leaking blood.
Above all of us was a wall of stained glass that seemed to reach ironically into the heavens. Swendula’s history was painted in the colours. A peaceful city, proud of its ability to keep war out… and it had seemingly just surrendered to Rey.
Why?
I stay floating in the warm bath, unmoving as I listen to their chat.
“…it’s called Soul Sight, if you can feel it, you know it and it always remains true,” Zarcar explains to Lix, who’s growling as his cousin explains, “Rely on it and it’ll save your life next time your heart gets in the way.”
“While you are so constrained to your beliefs that Torrent clearly inspired within you,” Lix replies, snarling, “There is more to life than rule, discipline and tradition.”
“We all thrive differently, Lixar,” Rey calmly speaks next, “You have both been having this discussion since the moment you were running around as young men, interrupting my meetings. Although I often apologise for taking you both from home, you both know that I have done nothing but empower you beyond your means. I hand fed you demons, Lix… Zar… you love your bloody sword as much as your cock. Now, an infamous Warlord.”
“A perfect observation,” Lix mocks Zar by agreeing with Rey, “Since we’re in private, dear King… without disrespect…” Lix smiles as he ignores Zarcar’s glare as he boldly turns to Rey, asking, “Once we’ve defiled her, how exactly do we move forward?”
“Simple,” Rey replies, “If she satisfies me that her place is well kept… we will begin to train her… for war.”
“What. War?” Lix asks this through gritted teeth, “My King?”
“Every war,” Rey snarls in turn, “…everywhere there is war against us… we are the superior culture of sorcery and politics. We lead revolution and all befall our way. All we require is obedience to thyself. I am worthy of leading everyone. I have what it takes, that is why I am the King.”
“You have proven to be a generous King, often,” Zarcar agrees and Lix bites his tongue, “The priestesses that were scarified at the stake will strengthen the soil of the city. The Surge will not affect us.”
“So that is why, guardians of our new soil… heh… ghosts…” Lixar scoffs, “How appropriate.”
“While the priestesses hate why I gave the death order,” Rey explains, “They hate demons more and will protect the city from the Surge. I chose Swendula as a central city. It will be our new base. We do not move on. I reside here now. That is the plan. Magic is intense in these parts. We are near hellfire. The ground breathes with it.”
“Then it is a good place to attack and defend from,” Zarcar agrees, before changing subject, “About… Chyronex,” Zarcar speaks my name and I almost think he speaks to me, until I hear him continue, “My King… she is… well suited, don’t you think?”
“Well suited,” Rey whispers, “Well enough. As long as she – ”
“She will obey, at all times,” Zarcar confirms.
“…and why… may I ask, Warlord… do you feel that she is truly compliant with her superiors? I find her rather coy,” Rey asks, making my spine crawl.
“Chyronex is the kind of Queen – once trained and guided properly – that will make the right decision every time. Any Draconess that rules without guidance is…”
“…dangerous.”
They all murmur it at the same time.
Now. For the first time in a long while… I feel I have picked up a piece of knowledge that may be quite useful. I am so excited and slightly disturbed by what they’ve just said, that my head
bobs down a bit too far and water gushes up my nose.
I splutter and raise my head out of the water, coughing and pulling my head up, running my hands through my hair, pulling it off my cheeks and behind my head, I blurt out, “Oh, Moon, what a waking that was, to think I was drowning!” I blink rapidly, pretending that I have just come to. I turn to them dramatically and hold a hand up to my gaping mouth, pretending to gasp, “…my King, my Warlord and Keeper…” I turn to Lix last, “…ah… my joker and pet…” the moment Lix locks his jaw and his cheek twitches, I chuckle into my palm, “Calm your titties, Lixar. You know I love you dearly,” the sarcasm that drips from my voice is as velvet as I want it to sound.